Kelly McKnight: Orpheus and Euridice

Orpheus, of melodious voice and lyre, writes his kinsmen from his deathbed. Who remains among his intimates to witness his passing?

you will not understand what I ask for, what I have lost.

for when I cast out my voice, a net flung in the ocean, I reigned in a thousand fishes.

and when I plucked the lyre strings, Hades and Persephone warmed their hands in that flood.

but when I turned for her — what longing for light! she receded with the outgoing tide.

what I ask of each of you: a catalog of each night fall. how do the colors seep and fade?

for on the eve of this largest night, I find lessons in the pinched light.

Book 2

As Orpheus sinks into this new journey, his consciousness turns to Euridice waiting
on the other side of the river Lethe, the river of forgetfulness. She is swathed in scarves, and
she holds a single 1,000-petalled lily.

my shoulders are now aligned with the setting sun, naturally. the waters comfort me.

but you there, a shining silhouette draped in veils and flowers, do not honor me now with a flower.